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DEDICATION. 



To her who was my pride in life, 
My gentle, patient, loving wife, 
Through the faithful years, — that long since 
then have flown. 
I dedicate these simple lays. 
In fond remembrance of the days 
When we lingered in love's blissful bower 
alone. 




EDWARD P. O'LEARY 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES 

SONGS AND POEMS 

by 

EDWARD P. O'LEARY 

Including "THE TOTS BIRTHDAY PARTY" 
HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 

Author of 

"Fiddle and I" or "The Legend of The Violin," 

and other Poems. 

Songs of Love, 
Words and Music. 

Enigmas in 
Prose and Rhyme 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 

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Copyright 
by 

EDWARD P. O'LEARY 

Los Angeles, Cal. 



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WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



PREFACE. 

Go thou my little book and speak 
O'er mountain, vale, and sea, 

Repeat the stories o'er again 
That I have told to thee. 

Where e'er the humble cottars dwell 
Or King, 'neath castled dome, 

Go sing the songs I love so well 
In high or lowly home. 

Go little book and if you live — 

Only for one brief day, 
If to some one a smile you give, 

'Twill all my work repay. 

Go words of mine, I care not where, 

If to some one you give 
A word of Hope in timely need 

That they may better live. 

Thy humble name may ne'er be found 
With those more versed in art, 

Yet somewhere, one small song of thine 
May cheer, some lonely heart. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



And if perchance in after years, 

As time doth speed along, 
If they forget the singer then 

They'll not forget the song. 

L 'Envoi 
Book of mine, fulfill thy mission 

'Neath lowering clouds, or skies of blue, 
Falter not, go forth and conquer, 

And fear no critic's false review. 



INDEX 

PAGE 

Dedication 3 

Preface 5 

To My Violin 11 

To A Mocking Bird 12 

Jim, A Boy's Story 14 

California 17 

"Where the Roses Never Fade 19 

To the Six O'Connor Sisters 21 

To Ada 22 

To A Sleeping Child 23 

To Anna 24 

Smiles 26 

The Mocking Bird 's Song 28 

Sweetheart Mine 30 

Baby Mine 31 

My Name 32 

Hope 34 

"When Thou Art Near 35 

The Six 'Connor Sisters 37 

Southern California in "Winter 39 

To Edna 41 

To Mamie 43 

To Esther 44 

Home in California 45 

The Heart 's Garden 46 

To Ernest 48 

Now 50 

To Nellie 52 

The Word 54 

Give to the Living 56 

Patrick Murphy's Store 57 

The Tale of a Cat 59 

A "Woman 's Plaint 61 



PAGE 

Since She "Was Called Away 63 

Tears 64 

Better Than Gold QQ 

When the Heart Grows Lone 68 

To Nell in Heaven 70 

Edward McBride 72 

In Memoriam 73 

Death 75 

An Epitaph 76 

Songs 

California 79 

I Love But You 81 

In Lullaby Land 83 

A Song of Love 85 

Laurena 86 

I Long for Thee 88 

Isle of Beauty 90 

The Flower of Lismore 92 

Mother's Lullaby 94 

Musing 96 

Sing My Love 98 

Marianna 100 

Eileen Asthore 102 

Where Kathleen Waits for Me 103 

Dreamland Is Calling 105 

Only a Baby's Shoe 107 

Only a Withered Shamrock 109 

Memories of Erin Ill 



THE TOT'S BIRTHDAY PARTY 

PAGE 

Introduction 115 

I Want To Go Back 116 

Uncle Ben 118 

Grandma 's Girl 120 

The Peddler Man 122 

My Birthday 123 

What Mamma Found 124 

The Tale of a Whale 125 

Aunt Maney 127 

O'Donnell's Heir 128 

Vera's Story 129 

Teeny Weeny 130 

The Tale of a Comet 132 

The Mystic King 135 

HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL HYMNS 

To Day 139 

Christmas Day 140 

Life Eternal 141 

A Child's Prayer 142 

A Morning Prayer 143 

An Evening Prayer 144 

My Solace 145 

Hymn Lnve Divine 146 

Give Praise to Him 147 

O Blessed Name 149 

Hymn to the Blessed Virgin 150 

A Christmas Carol 151 

A Prayer 152 

My Prayer 153 

Trust in Him 155 

The Unspoken Prayer 157 

Lord We Plead to Thee 158 



PAGE 

O Sacred Heart (a prayer) 159 

A Christmas Hymn 160 

Love 161 

Faith 162 

Hymn to the Sacred Heart 163 

Ave Maria 164 

Our Lady, Queen of May 165 

Hymn to the Blessed Virgin . . 166 

Ave Maria 167 

A Prayer to the Sacred Heart 168 

A Passing Thought 16'J 

Hope 170 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 11 



TO MY VIOLIN. 

Thou mystic thing of beauty, wealth and art, 
What power of thought, and flight of years have gone 
To fashion thee. What centuries have wrought 
Thy resonant fibres! What fingers now in 
Silent dust, did charm and sway the multitude 
With thy melody. When touched by master 
Hand, what tones divine come from thy hollow 
Chamber. Sweet olden songs, and lingering 
Memories of the vanished past thou canst 
Unfold in soothing strains. As if from Heaven 
Sent thou art, with angelic song, — the weary 
Pilgrim here to cheer in hours of sorrow. 
Treasure of great wealth than that of Kings, 
Come to me from thy strings, — my violin. 



12 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



TO A MOCKING BIRD. 

Beneath a palm tree's spreading shade 

Entwined with ivy round 
One day I rested from my toil 

And from above a sound 
Of charming notes entrancing clear, 

The sweetest ever heard 
From feathered songster, filled the glade 

From that most joyous bird. 

Who could utter or emulate 

The sounds I heard that day? 
In all their sweet fantasia form 

No master hand could play. 
E 'en with the sweet toned violin 

'Twould be but imitation 
Nor human voice that's e'er been heard 

Thro' out the whole creation. 

Hail! thou fair King of feathered song 

Wherever thou dost fly 
None other of the warbling tribe 

Beneath the heaven's blue sky. 
Can cheer the heart as thou fair bird 

In accents sweet and clear, 
Are loving thoughts, and words expressed 

To those, — who can but hear. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 13 



Thou singest when the morning star 

Grows dim at rosy dawn 
And still thy cheering trills are heard 

When dewy eve comes on. 
And when the evening vesper bell 

Tolls forth the time of prayer, 
And in the midnight silent hour, 

Thy song floats through the air. 

Thy sweet beguiling melodies 

Are love songs all thine own. 
Stirred by sweet human sympathy, 

For feathered tribe alone. 
Thou feelest every joy and smart, 

That to bird land befall, 
There is no song bird's note or trill, 

That thou canst not recall. 



Oh ! what a joyous life is thine, 

Wherever thou dost stray 
While musing neath that tree I thought 

Could we, both night and day 
Sing with the same sweet blithsome heart 

As thou dost from on high, 
Free from all earthly sinful snares, 

Sweet warbler of the sky. 



14 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



JIM. 



A Boy's Story 



Only a dog, hungered and grim, 

This the hero of my lay. 
Homeless, but no one sheltered him, 

As he strayed from day to day, 
No scion of a Royal line 

Just one of mongrel breed, 
Only a common dog, — that's all, 

With courage in time of need. 



Only a dog, whose name is Jim 

Now he is my trusty friend. 
No hoarded gold can purchase him 

While I journey to life's end, 
"A friend in need is one indeed," 

This once I found most true. 
And now my story of a dog 

I hope will interest you. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 15 



I'll tell you how it came that Jim, 

And I are "chums" today, 
Crossing the street one day I fell 

Right in the trolley way. 
Swift came a car, around the curve 

I could not move a limb. 
So paralyzed I was with fear 

When to the scene, — rushed Jim. 



My mother could not hear my cries, 

So far away was she, 
Jim stood there with his flashing eyes, 

Watching the car and me. 
Nearer and nearer still it came 

'Twas not ten feet away 
Jim seized me by the clothes and pulled 

And saved my life that day. 



1*11 ever recollect that time. 

When I in childish glee, 
Tried o'er the crossing for to climb 

Some other lad to see. 
Nor soon forget the noble act 

While o'er the earth I roam. 
Of that poor faithful, starving dog 

Who did not have a home. 



16 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



My fond companion now is he 
Wliile fleeting hours glide, 
No fear have I for any foe 

When "Jim" is by my side. 
Where dwells the person who should not 

Give praise where it is due, 
Who owned a dog like dear old "Jim" 

And would not love him too. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 17 



CALIFORNIA. 



The Land of Heart's Desire 



In this fair land 'tis sweet to dwell 

Where fragrant blossoms cheer the way 
And soothing tones from rippling streams 

Chant anthems, ever night and day. 
The balmy breezes cool the brow 

And song birds trill their sweetest lay 
Though I have roamed in many lands, 

Let me in this sleep my last day, 
The land of Heart's Desire. 



'Tis well to dwell in this fair land, 

'Twill ever bless your days and cheer, 
And talents that kind Heaven endowed 

Each one and all, may find them here. 
Delightful scenes entrance the eye, 

And sounds that charm the listening ear 
"Will ever their sweet blessings lend 

Until the heart grows lone and sear 
In the Land of Heart's Desire. 



18 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



In summer fields of golden grain 

From mountains to the surging sea, 
And citrus groves of emerald sheen, 

Adorn the valleys fair to see. 
Though Time's grim scythe is onward mowing. 

Fair nature 's scenes will ever last. 
The luring bright and joyous present 

Thrill hearts with glories of the past. 
In the Land of Heart's Desire. 



Here old familiar faces greet us, 

Where e'er our wandering feet may stray. 
As though in the eternal realm 

We'd meet dear friends long passed away. 
Earth's sun kissed, fairest, flowery spot. 

None other can I love so well. 
Where now I write these lines tonight 

Let me through life, forever dwell 
In the Land of Heart's Desire. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 19 



WHERE THE ROSES NEVER FADE, 

Let's go back to California, 

Dear old sweetheart, you and I, 

In my heart there is a, longing 

For the clear blue southern sky. 

For the hoary, towering mountains, 
And the valleys green and fair, 

For the winter blooming flowers. 
And the fragrance of the air. 

To that land of green and golden. 

Far away from frost and snow, 
Wliere the gentle sighing zephyrs. 

And the orange blossoms blow, 
"Where all nature smiles her fairest. 

And the song birds trill their lay, 
There once more I long to ramble, 

And to dream life's hours away. 

Down by the breakers let us stray 

'Neath the cloudless evening skies, 
And behold the broad Pacific 

Where the golden sunset dies. 
Or go strolling in the morning 

In the fragrant balmy air. 
When there's gold, and purple gleaming, 

On the hillsides everywhere. 



20 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



Let's go back where life's worth living 

Once again dear, — you and I; 
Let us hasten to its beauties 

There to dwell, and there to die. 
And when we're called away to rest 

Let us sleep beneath the shade, 
Where the song birds sing their praises 

And the roses never fade. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 21 



TO THE SIX O'CONNOR SISTERS. 

A Christmas Wish 

That you may spend a happy day 
In peace, and love, and laughter, 
And all your future be as gay, 
I wish you all dear girls today 
And all your days hereafter. 

May Heaven gracious gifts bestow. 

And angels ever hover 
To cheer and guard you, night and day, 
Ever will I sincerely pray 

'Till all my dreams are over. 

Not because of friendly tokens 

You may receive today, 
But for the sweet songs you have sung, 
And all the good deeds you have done, 

To cheer some lone one's way. 

These sincere lines that now you read 

Accept from me I pray. 
And that Our Lord in Heaven above 
Protect your lives with His dear love, 

Is my best wish today. 



22 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



TO ADA. 

14 Months Old 

Oh little baby, precious guiless child, 

The charming beauty of thy cherub face 

Entrances me, for in thy radient smile 

I see intelligence far beyond the 

Years of thy sweet infant grace, and grieve to 

Think the wintery breath of life must efface 

Thy purity, fair flower of the spring. 

Would that evil never taint thee, nor that 

The world enthrall thy innocent mind, but 

It is ordained, thou too must taste the cup 

Of woe, and thy pure heart must learn to grieve 

As others do, but fear not sweet loving 

Child, whatever cares may meet thee, — ills befall 

God, will lead thee safely through them all. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 23 



TO A SLEEPING CHILD. 
On Its Mother's Breast 

In blissful slumber rest sweet child 
She who first on her darling smiled 
Is watching with a mother's care 
Youth's sorrows she will help thee bear. 

Sleep babe upon thy mother's breast 
She '11 guard thee safely in thy rest, 
Be ever gentle, pure and mild. 
As thou art now, dear sinless child. 

Cling fondly to her sweet embrace 
Who first cast kisses on thy face. 
Cling closely to thy mother dear 
None other's love is so sincere. 

Where e'er it is thy lot to stray 
'Neath skies of blue, or clouds of gray 
Where e're on earth the starlight gleams 
May peaceful ever be thy dreams. 

Dream on my charming baby friend 
Sweet be thy dreams until life's end. 
And dream at last in Love and Peace 
Where life's discords must ever cease. 



24 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



TO ANNA. 



Birthday Greetings 



Accept this humble verse I pray 
Dear Anna this thy natal day 
A token of the love I bear 
Intense, unchanging, and sincere, 
I bless the day that thou wert given 
Thy mission here by gracious Heaven 
And pray that He who gave will bless 
That mission with supreme success. 



The gifts to thee so lavish given 
Are choicest of the boons of Heaven 
May such long as thy life shall last 
Adorn thy future as thy past 
Thy infant smile, thy girlhood grace, 
Thy charm of soul, and heart and face, 
May they until life's circuit ends 
Adorn thy form and charm thy friends. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 25 



If ever threatening storms arise 

To cloud thy heart or dim thine eyes, 

Anna you may succor find 
For all the ills of soul and mind. 
For all the tortures that infest 
And breed affliction and unrest. 

1 pray you seek and 'twill be given 
All meed of comfort from high Heaven. 



My sister's child, my darling niece 
May Heaven's guidance never cease 
To bless, protect, and cheer thy way 
Through all thy life both night and day. 
What more I'd wish I cannot tell 
'Twould power of words and pen excell. 
Be but yourself as in the past 
And Heaven 's light shall round thee last. 



26 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



SMILES. 



Smile as you journey day by day 

And o'er life's pathway go, 
For oft to some poor heart 'twill bring 
A healing balsam for the sting 
Of harsh word spoken, — cruel fling 
Made by some one you know. 



A smile of greeting sweet and rare 

After the toil of the day, 
Will smooth the furrows deep with care 
On face of someone, sweet and fair 
And send a gleam of lovelight there. 

When the years have flown away. 



A pleasant smile will often cheer 

A pilgrim on life's road, 
When hope, looks lonely, dark, and drear. 
And sorrows, only linger near, 
If but a smiling face appear, 

'Twill lighten then his load. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



Then ever gently keep in mind 

In night or golden day. 
It cheers some lonely heart to jfind 
In smiles, the love of human kind, 
And adds another link to bind 

True friendship on life's way. 



28 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



THE MOCKING BIRD'S SONG. 



One night in grief I went to bed 

My heart was in despair, 
The trials that beset life's way, 
Severer seemed to be each day, 
And more than I could bear. 



Sleep would not visit my tired eyes. 

Weary I tossed and turned, 
As I lay on my downy bed. 
Trying to rest my aching head 
Wliile fever, flushed and burned. 



Suddenly in the midnight gloom, 

I heard the sweetest strain 
From walnut tree, outside my cot, 
And then my troubles were forgot. 
And all that gave me pain. 



The notes from some wild mocking bird, 

Came to my listening ear. 
My sorrows vanished, I was free 
As mortal ever here may be, 

And had no more to fear. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 29 



The songs from that sweet singer's throat 

Lulled me to slumbering rest, 
No sweeter trills were ever heard, 
Than came from that most joyous bird, 
As if by Heav'n 'twere blest. 



And in the dawning of the morn, 

I asked with contrite heart. 
Kind Heaven who sent that bird to cheer 
My lonely wanderings moments here. 

Such blessings n 'er depart. 



30 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



SWEETHEART MINE. 



She smiled at me, and my heart was filled with 
Rapture. As I gazed upon her loving 
Eyes of blue, soft as an azure summer 
Sky. I clasped her by the slender waist and 
Pressed her to my bosom where she rested 
In confiding trust. How I loved her then 
And love her now, — no words of mine can tell. 
All who perchance have seen this charming one, 
Admire her 'mong the sweetest they have known. 
Fair as a blosom kissed by the diamond dew 
And sweet as a blooming rose in Junetime, 
Is she, this love of mine, and now will I 
Confide her name, — which I have not yet told. 
She is my little baby,— Ten Months Old. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 31 



BABY MINE. 

Dear little brown eyed baby Nell 
With your dimpled smile so sweet, 

Ah would that I might ever dwell 
Where your smiling face would greet. 

Life would then far sweeter be 

When at close of eve I'd see 

Your loving arms around me twine 
Dear little sweetheart baby mine. 

Each day would be one long sweet song 
When I could feel your presence near, 

And love would then my life prolong 
And fill my heart with hope and cheer. 

Tlie love that your sweet eyes express 

And your dear loving fond caress, 

Would keep me true' as stars that shine 
To you, dear sweetheart baby mine. 

May angels guard you baby dear, 
By silvan night and golden d^y, 

And all your thoughts be off good cheer 
Where e 'er your wandering feet may stray, 

May love within your heart e'er reign, 

And want or woe ne'er cause you pain 
And in life's end sweet songs divine 
Bless you my sweetheart baby mine. 



32 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



MY NAME. 

I'm part of every thing that lives 
And oft my presence, pleasure gives. 
A part of all God's Holy plan 
And known since the world began. 
All living things where e'er they be 
That dwell above, or 'neath the sea, 
Share all the blessings that I claim 
In this my most mysterious name. 

The ''Book of books" that cannot err 
In it my name doth oft occur. 
And in it, too, you'll find quite plain 
A triple meaning for my name. 
In Christian virtues I am found 
And oft my praises they resound. 
No song or story ever told 
No part of which we now withhold. 

"When stars are shining clear and bright 
You'll ever find me in the night 
And where the towering steeples rise, 
Beneath the blue or golden skies. 
The charming evening rainbow's hue 
Reflects my name oft times to you. 
And in the waving forest tree 
There am I, too. — You will agree. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 33 



The birds that fly o'er mountain peak 
Might tell my name if they could speak 
And rivers that flow to the sea 
Are ever known as part of me. 
Behold I'm gentle as a flower, 
And great is my submissive power. 
Scorn not these words in simple rhyme 
But tell my name, and now's the time. 



34 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



HOPE. 



Though skies look dark and dreary, 

And howling winds do wail, 
Though all your friends desert you 

And bitter foes assail. 
Though your heart be sad with sorrow. 

Brighter days will come to you, 
Cling to ideals ever pure 

And your dreams will yet come true. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 35 



WHEN THOU ART NEAR. 



The hours pass and swiftly glide 
When thou sweet one art by my side, 
There are no moments lone or dread 
While thou loved one my life can cheer, 
And sties are bright and ever fair 
While thy endearing smiles I share. 



Each day I live, is one of cheer 
When I can feel thy presence near, 
Thy gladsome voice, my life to bless 
And thy sweet loving, fond caress, 
Ever 'tis then thou seem'st to be 
Dearer than all on earth to me. 



When worries round my pathway throng 
I seek the glories of thy song, 
To cheerful heart it takes me soon 
Dispelling all life's care and gloom. 
And then I long for thy embrace. 
And loving kisses on my face. 



36 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



And when at last, life's dream is o'er 
And I must seek that Unknown Shore, 
Where all on earth must soon or late, 
Be called to know their final fate, 
Ah! then I'll know that thy dear love 
Will plead for me in Heaven above. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 37 



THE SIX O'CONNOR SISTERS. 



With rosy cheeks and teeth of pearls 
Blue eyes of tender light 

Entrancing are those charming girls 
And joyous to the sight. 



As to some poets lonely bower 
A light beams from the skies 

Or dew drops on some fragrant flower 
Are smiles, from their sweet eyes. 



What hopes entrance each pulsing heart 

When day and night along 
Such harmonies they can impart 

In tones of heavenly song. 



In sylvan groves where nymphs abound 
None are more fair than they. 

'Tis joy to hear their laugh resound 
Where e 'er they sing or play. 



38 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



What gladness lights each smiling face 

As footlights they advance 
What pleasure to their native race 

To greet their smiles and glance. 

Fond memories dear 'twill ever bring 

Where e'er a Celtic dwells 
To hear O'Connor sisters sing 

"Killarneys lakes and fells." 

And when that old melodious song 
Fair "Annie Laurie" true 

Come from their lips, you ever long 
For that sweet song anew. 

Bright visions o'er the spirit rolls 

When all the air along 
Floats with the voice of virgin souls 

In sweet harmonious song. 

Long may their talents ever tend 

To cheer us on life 's way 
And Heaven choicest blessings send 

Where ever they may stray. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 39 



SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA IN WINTER. 



Here in the land of the fair South West 

The sun shines bright o'er the mountains crest 

And valleys green that are fair to see 

From flow'r crown 'd hills to the surging sea. 

The dew drops sleep in the winter's bloom 
Of tropic plants, and sweet flowers' perfume 
The balmy air, and the brooklets flow, 
While mountains near are agleam with snow. 

The drowsy song of the busy bees, 
Is wafted far through the citrus trees. 
And humming birds seek blooming flowers 
Through all the joyous sunlit hours. 

Lone deserts once, now bloom in emerald sheen. 
Enchanting as a sylvan fairy queen. 
Hesperian fruits and bowers of soft repose 
Flowering gardens, fragrant as the rose. 

Where the old church bells ring out so sweet, 

From the mission towers as if to greet 

And offer each one a welcome hand, 

Who come to this heav'n bless 'd far famed land. 



40 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



From summer storms of the fiery east, 
From frigid winters we are released, 
And offer thanks for the charm possessed 
Where nature smiles, and each one is blest 
In this fair. Southern, Land of the West. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 41 



TO EDNA 

Age Thirteen Yeabs 

Edna accept from me I pray 

On this thy joyous natal day 

My modest effort to rehearse 

In humble unpretentious verse, 

These sincere wishes that I send 

To thee my charming youthful friend. 



Another year in the flight of time 

Of your life of love, and bright sunshine 

Another year has bless 'd thy life 

Free from all sorrow, care and strife. 

May all life's years as peaceful be 

As now, dear child, they are to thee. 



May each succeeding birthday bless 
And crown thy efforts with success. 
And ever may thy birthdays find 
As now so loving, sweet, and kind. 
Dear little girl as now thou art 
And may they ne'er from thee depart. 



42 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



What more I'd wish 'tis hard to say 
Anent thy life's most happy day. 
But this I'll add, — true virtues last 
When all thy earthly joys are past. 
And when at length life's dream is o'er 
May cheer thee on some brighter shore. 



WAYSIDE MEMOniES. 43 



TO MAMIE. 



Fair as a lily kissed by the morning dew 

To me thou wert my own love, fond and true, 
And joyous then the hours my life had known 
But now I sigh, and long for thee alone 
Since Heaven hath called my dear one, — for its own. 



A rose bud though withered and faded its bloom 
Still breathes all its sweetness in fragrant perfume. 
'Round my heart then aWII hover in sorrow or glee 
'Till my last dream is over, — sweet memories of thee. 



44 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



TO ESTHER. 



Age Nine Yeaes 



Little Esther thou art charming 
As the rose thou sent to me 

On that morning in the June time 
And I'll ever think of thee. 



May thy future life be happy 

Free from care, and sorrows frown 

And the joys of earth be with thee 
And at last a Heavenly crown. 

Accept this best wish now I send 
To thee my little brown eyed friend. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 45 



HOME IN CALIFORNIA. 



Back from winter of ice and snow 
Home in the land where all things grow 
Away from the northern blizzards blast 
Here whore the genial summers last, 
Where blossoms tinge the verdant hue 
From spring to spring the whole year through 
And song birds sing both night and day 
In gladsome praise from May 'till May. 



Back to the clime I love so well 
What joy to me words fail to tell 
Away from my old northern home 
Where in my youth I loved to roam 
And though it pained my sorrowing heart 
From native land and friends to part, 
Now in this fair and southern clime 
Content I am to dwell, — life's time. 



Let others sigh for lands that be 
California is the land for me. 



46 WAYSIDE MEMOEIES. 



THE HEART'S GARDEN. 



In the garden of your heart 

Plant today a tiny seed 
'Twill ever flourish bloom and grow 
What e'er the kind of seed you sow 
In the garden of your heart, 
In the garden, of your heart. 



What you sow that shall you reap 
It may be peace, or discontent, 

If you aspire to noble deeds 

Plant not the seed that bring forth weeds, 
What you sow that shall you reap 
What you sow, that shall you reap. 



If you sow the seed of hate 

Expect to reap with bitter tears, 

Who hate but one, he hateth all 

The seed once sown is past recall, 

If you sow the seed of hate 

If you sow, the seed of hate. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 47 



If the seed of love you sow 

Ever you'll garner from the soil, 
Sweet blossoms, that will crown each day 
And life will be one joyous May, 
If the seed of love you sow 
If the seed of love, you sow. 



48 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



TO ERNEST. 



Age Three and One-half Years 



•'Little Buster," — I must call you 
For you well deserve the name 

If you keep on as you're doing 

Some day you will win great fame. 



No one e'er could feel despondent 
There can be no< fits of "blue" 

Where you dwell there's "something doing' 
Morning, noon, and evening, too. 



Who could follow your tinv feet 
In their roaming daily play 

Kunning here and climbing there 
Doing something all the day. 



Sealing ladders to the roof, 

Swaying on the branches green, 

Eating peaches e'er they ripen 
Choking kittens, 'till they scream. 



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Racing with your little wagon 
Calling sisters to play ball, 

Little hero when you tumble, 
Never hear you cry at all. 



Making pictures with a pencil 
On the side walk or the floor 

Battling like a little "Nelson" 
Calling me from kitchen door. 



Plucking roses from the tree 

Then swinging on the garden gate. 
Happy as a King might be 

You'll make things "hum" when you are eight. 



Dear little brown eyed happy boy 
With curling hair of golden hue. 

Your fond mother's hope and joy 

There is no one, — but must love you. 



Ever smiling, bright and happy 
If every one could so appear 

What a joyous world to live in 
'Tw'Ould be akin to heaven here. 



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NOW. 



Tomorrow, no one yet hath ever seen 
Its sun will never shine upon thy brow. 
Heaven doth to us but present time allow 
Let thy best deeds be done today, and now 
Let now be the time. 



Thou who are bless 'd with abundant store 

Make some poor one more happy, free his care. 
Some one who's sorrow 'd life is hard to bear 
Help to relieve his suffering and despair, 
Now, now, is the time. 



Some one there may be that thou lovest well. 
Help him through all his weary, toiling days. 
If troubles come, be ever true always 
And cheer his life with acts that need no praise 
Let now be the time. 

Some friend thou may'st have had and held most dear 
But called beyond the reach of thy intent. 
And never knew that thou so kindly meant 
To fill his life with bliss, and sweet content. 
When thou had'st the time. 



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Let now be the time, thou should 'st no longer wait 
To give sweet loving smiles, and words of cheer 
To those whose souls to thee are ever dear. 
They ne'er may meet thee, in the coming year 
Ah ! now is the time. 



And when earth's light is fading from thy sight 
And time hath set its seal upon thy brow 
Consoling then will be the thought when thou 
Canst humbly say "Life's deeds I offer now" 
To Thee, my Lord to Thee." 



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TO NELLIE. 

Age Five Years 

Nellie, my dear sweet brown eyed girl 

With golden hair and teeth of pearl 

And smiling cheeks and lips as fair 

As blooming roses in June air, 

To thee I sing this little lay 

On this thy joyous fifth Birthday. 



Sweet loved one, fair as ever born 

I've known thee since thy natal morn 

Beholding thee in infant play 

And brighter growing every day, 

Until thy tiny, toddling feet 

In playful mirth, thou would 'st me greet. 



Recalling years that long had flown 
When she, my brown eyed one, mine own 
Would meet me in the same fond way 
That I with her might romp, and play, 
And gaily dance her, on my knee, 
As oft dear child I did with thee. 



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Singing an old time sweet refrain 
Now lingers round my lips again 
When e'er thy smiling face I see 
And gave to thee such ecstacy, 
As oft I placed my hands in thine 
Dear little browTi eyed, sweteheart mine. 



That song I sung at early morn 
Shall thy sweet smile for e'er adorn 
That simple air that cheer 'd thy heart, 
And sorrow gave thee when we'd part 
That same sweet lullaby shall ring 
Through future ages yet to sing. 



Times onward march shall ever go 
And over life's waves my bark shall flow 
Arid journey to its destined end, — 
But ne'er my little charming friend 
Can I forget those happy days 
Or thy endearing loving ways. 



Sweet child, with dimpled smile divine 
May skies of blue be ever thine, 
Where e'er thy gentle feet may stray 
Treading through life's uncertain way. 
And heaven choicest blessings send 
To thee, my little brown eyed friend. 



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THE WORD. 

"We sing to all where e'er they dwell 

In praise one small word. 
The greatest any pen can write 

Or ear hath ever heard. 
One little word, one only one 
You'll say 'tis true e'er I gave gone. 

Pray think of this where e'er you stray 

Over life's broad and cheerful way 
And ne'er forget the word. 



The angels high oft' sing its praise 
In heaven where they belong, 

The only theme 'tis said that they 
Deem worthy of their song. 

For kindly thoughts and kindly deeds 

In heaven are treasured more than creeds, 
By this alone can we them see 
After we've crossed life's mystic sea — 
This one sweet simple word. 



No dweller of this mundane sphere 

Will need a better creed. 
To cheer him o'er life's changeful way 

Than do some kindly deed. 



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If it is done in Christian heart 

Sweet love divine will never part, 
For He can guide with gracious hand 
Each one and all to Heaven's land 

Then trust for e'er in His dear name 

If life Eternal you would gain. 

For God is Love, and Love's the Word. 



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GIVE TO THE LIVING. 



Keep your flowers, do not send them, 
When from earth I 've passed away. 

But oh, give me love and friendship 
As I journey down life's way. 



Offer help to those in sorrow, 
And leave cruel words unsaid, 

To the living give your flowers 

No one needs them when they're dead. 



An ever generous helping hand 
Can some suffering creature bless, 

'Tis better than a hundreds wreaths 
Of flowers in his distress. 



Seek not the grave for vain display, 
Sow the seeds of kindness now, 

Be faithful to some one in need. 
And Heaven will crown your brow. 



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PATRICK MURPHY'S STORE. 

Fain would we seek the Muse's power, 
That we might sing each gladsome hour 
Of high class goods we have on hand 
For all who dwell in this fair land. 
Your honest custom now we crave, 
All readers who would money save 
And your attention give we pray, 
To this our unpretentious lay. 

Our business is the Grocery trade. 

We have the goods already made 

We're working at it all the time, 

( 'Tis easier far than writing rhyme,) 

And sell at profits very small. 

To needy poor, the rich, and all. 

Who need the food that life demands, 

To give them strength for toiling hands. 

To keep the best that people eat 
We pride ourselves, all else to beat, 
The choicest viands for the table 
For rich, and poor, alike we're able, 
To furnish at the lowest price, 
Likewise the goods are kept on ice. 
From dairy butter to sweetest cream, 
None better in this land is seen. 



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Smoked bacon, syrup, cheese, and lard, 
And dry goods sundries, by the yard, 
Hesperian fruits, of every brand, 
No better grown in this land. 
Breakfast foods, of which we've many, 
Canned goods, and choicest brands of honey, 
Confections for the young and old, 
No sweeter yet have e'er been sold. 

Tea's of the best, we've blended here. 

And customers from far and near, 

The water boil, heat well the pot, 

And better tea can not be bought, 

Coffee, too, of finest flavor, — 

Do yourself a lasting favor 

Buy but the best, and buy it here 

'Twill give you health throughout the year. 

There's nothing in the Grocery line 
We can't supply at any time, 
Likewse good tinware, pails, and pans. 
Your gasoline and coal oil cans, 
We fill with overflowing measure. 
You'll call again in haste or leisure, 
And bless the day for ever more. 
You heard of Patrick Murphy's Store. 



And owner who will treat you well 

While here through life near him you dwell. 



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THE TALE OF A CAT. 



On a backyard fence, an old Tom cat 
Sat perched away up high, 

Remarking to a feline friend 
My! how the time doth fly. 



It seems but just a week or two 
Since both we last were here, 

How I remember that time well 
Though since has passed a year. 



It seems no more than yesterday 
Since that time now I ween 

We sang in midnight revelry 
Beneath the stars bright sheen. 



Ah yes! I well remember now, 
Though many months since then, 

A man threw up his window and. 
Threw from his little den, 



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Two empty bottles, and a shoe, 
An old brass watch and chain, 

The last named hit me on the ribs 
And often caused me pain. 



From various other windows came 

In vile and slangy prose 
Words that I cannot mention now, 

But still. Time Onward Goes. 

Then let us make some noise tonight 
And raise our voices clear, 

It is the way our friends delight 
To welcome the New Year. 



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A WOMAN'S PLAINT. 



In large lettered type "Absolutely Free" 

Are "ads in the papers now daily we see, 

Of valuable prizes in silver and gold 

Goods for the household given free we are told, 

A stickpin, a broach, a watch or a ring 

Gold cuff links, a clock, or some other thing 

A large box of candy, some fine chewing gum, 

A bracelet, or chain or jewelry "slum." 

The silver of Rogers some say its the best 

In Mahogany case, 26 pieces rest 

A little of Credit for one fifty or more 

On pianos can be bought for that by the score 

And piano free till the New Years time 

Is a well baited hook in this genial clime. 

To catch some "tender feet" just from the east 

As a cow boy would "lasso" a wild herding beast. 

All this and much more absolutely FREE 

To outline a picture my child of but three. 

Years of age did trace, looked at me with surprise 

Saying, Mama, Mama, I won the first prize. 

Then quickly I hastened down town to Broadway 

Hoping a piano to own the next day. 

But alas, for the hope of the young and the old 

'Tis the same old story hath ever been told 

I looked at pianos from top floor to ground 



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And closely inspecting, I very soon found 

That Coupon was worthless, I thought such a prize 

And contempt for such methods I could not disguise, 

And gave my opinion in language quite plain 

But it taught me a lesson I cannot restrain. 

Imparting to others, ' ' Beware oh, Beware ! ' ' 

Of ' ads ' headed ' Free ' ; they may glitter and glare 

But are not but a blank and contemptible snare." 



Moral 

The moral of this should be plain to each mind 
By simply reflecting a moment you find 
Change R to an A and K to first E 
Transposed then it is and reads not as FREE 
But gives the true meaning all readers should take 
Avoiding such Houses, that are but a FAKE. 



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SINCE SHE WAS CALLED AWAY. 



The evening shadows longer stay 
Since that long, lonely winter's day, 
Song birds sing in a minor strain 
And sweet songs have a sad refrain 
Since she was called away. 

Hush'd is the gentle, loving voice 
That oft hath made my heart rejoice. 
Cheerless the place her presence blessed 
Untouched the keys her fingers pressed 
Since she was called away. 

Each day is lonely, long and drear 

But in my heart I cherish dear 

The hope, that after life's long years, 
She '11 greet me where there are no fears. 
And eyes are never dimmed with tears 

Where she was called away. 



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TEARS. 

Deem not that tears are shed in vain 
Or that they come to grieve and pain 
They are sweet balm from Heaven above 
Divinely sent as gifts of love. 

From infant dawn to ages eve 
They flow to soothe us and relieve 
Unbid they visit in disguise 
Physicians sent us from the skies. 

Think not they prove intenser smart 
To wounds upon the bleeding heart, 
They bathe and heal the torn breast 
And soothe us to restoring rest. 

The eye that's powerless to effuse 
The trickling tear will ever lose 
The service that kind Heaven designed 
For aching soul and torturing mind. 

Ungrateful he who fails to prize 
These priceless tributes from the skies, 
They scald and burn, but in their smart 
Is our divine Physician's art. 



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Forbid them not good angels bring 
This healing balsam for each sting 
But feel and know that tears are given 
In mercy by the hand of Heaven. 

There are no sources of distress 
For which they'll not afford redress 
The fountain of the tearfilled eye 
Unfailing remedies supply. 

Mary sought solace in the tear 
She shed upon the Saviour's bier 
And Jesus wept. He knew how best 
To care and soothe the suffering breast. 

Let the tear flow to fall upon 
The grass of parent, or of Son, 
Let the tear flow and wet her bier 
Of all on earth most loved most dear. 

Let the tear flow for friendship gone 
To never, never more return, 
Let the tear flow when anguish sears 
Or keen remorse the bosom tears. 

Let the tears flow God gave us tears 
To heal our pangs and calm our fears, 
The briny tide may smart, but Oh ! 
Forbid them not to gush and flow. 



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BETTER THAN GOLD. 



Be kind to your mother, she's better than gold 
This maxim is true, as when first it was told. 
For when she is gone, earth's wealth cannot buy 
One sparkle of love, that beamed from her eye. 



The love that God gave, will never depart. 
Such is the love of your own mother's heart. 
Pure as the dew drop that falls from above 
To kiss the sweet rose at eve with its love. 



The love of a mother, these words, what bliss, 
To memory recall days of sweet happiness. 
Fair, gentle and pure as the young brooding dove 
Holy as Heaven is a mother's fond love. 



The love that is Holy from prayers and tears 

That cheer our souls onward through life's weary 

years. 
Ah ! who can forget her, who hushed us to rest 
By her sweet whispered prayer, that so often have 

blessed. 



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She'll miss her fond mother, that image shall still 
Be to her as faithful through deaths lonely chill. 
As when in youth's springtime, with truth undefiled 
She kissed and carressed her, her idol, — her child. 

He 'II miss his dear mother when young hope hath fled 
And sigh for the years, when she pillowed his head. 
On her love pulsing bosom with heart as sincere 
And love e 'er unwavering while her life lingered here. 

We long in our youth for years that will come 
And repent in old age for the deeds we have done, 
Whether spring time or winter of life 's with us yet, 
Our fond mother's love, we can never forget. 



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WHEN THE HEART GROWS LONE. 



When songs that cheer 'd us in youth's golden hour 
No more we hear along life's varied way, 

And dreams we cherished when love's first sweet 
flower 
Bloomed but to fade, in one fair summer day. 

Then the heart grows lone and we ever long 

For the ones we love, who from earth have gone. 



When hopes we once prized dear are blighted now 
And eyes we love have vanished from our view, 

When ties that bind each loving heart sincere, 
Are severed from the ones, who love them true. 

Then the heart grows lone, and we ever long 

For the ones we love M^ho from earth have gone. 



When loving smiles that memory oft' can trace 
Our first glad meeting to some long flown day 

When lips we kissed in love 's fond sweet embrace 
And hands we clasped, are now but silent clay. 

Then the heart grows lone, and Ave ever long, 

For the ones we love, who from earth have gone. 



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No soul is ever lost who once hath lived 
And in some distant realm again we'll hear 

The cherished voices of departed ones 

Then all the past to us will be made clear. 

Where heart's can ne'er grow lone, and Love's Sweet 
Song 

Eternally, will all our lives prolong. 



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TO NELL IN HEAVEN. 



The past has vanished far away, 

Dead are the years behind, 
And faded as the ashes gray 

Are youthful hopes that twined. 
With rosy semblance round each brow 
Oh perished hopes where are ye now? 



Fond memories of the joyous past 
Leave nothing but the shade, 

And golden dreams I thought would last 
Blossom 'd but soon to fade, 

And makes my heart to sigh and moan 

For thy sweet spirit, which hath flown. 



The castles that I once built high 
Ah ! fair they seemed to me, 

Their towers pierced the starry sky 
But now no more I see. 

For on one lonely summer day 

The tears I shed, washed them away. 



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The golden hours of youthful play 
When thou wert by my side, 

Have drifted with times tide away 
And Fate our paths divide. 

But ne'er forgotten are those days 

Or thy sweet tender loving ways. 



In pleasant thoughts thou still art nigh 

And living yet to me, 
As in the happy days gone by 

Thy smiling face I see. 
When thy fond footsteps lingered near 
And thy sweet voice my life did cheer. 



loved one, when Life 's closing day 

That comes to each and all, 
Has faded with the gold away 

And evening shadows fall, 
Around my last declining breath 
And I am conquered, — by King Death, 

Where mundane ills can ne'er befall 
Through Love Divine, — may I there meet 
Thy spirit pure in bliss to greet. 



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EDWARD McBRIDE. 

In Memoriam 

Spirit of our beloved, where hast thou fled, 

In youthful vigor and hale manly power? 

Called from thy loved ones, — in a moment's breath, 

Tears relieve, but Hope heals the wounds of grief. 

Creatures of God we are. His will is for 

Our weal, in some brighter sphere thou livest, 

Though hidden from us, thy familiar form 

The shadows will but hide a little space, 

When we shall see thy smiling face again. 

And oft' in future years wilt thou greet us 

In pleasant dreams, when we in slumber rest, 

Though all must die, eternally we live, 

And through the mercy of His loving grace. 

Again we'll meet thee in sweet love's embrace. 



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IN MEMORIAM. 

In the soft eve summer's gloaming 

When the flickering starlight gleams 
Where the broad Atlantic's moaning 

Fills my soul with yearning dreams. 
Then my thoughts turn sadly homeward 

O'er the ocean waves and gloom 
Where now at rest my mother sleeps 

In the cold and silent tomb. 

Now hush'd is the voice that long hath cheer 'd 

My life in its wandering way, 
And folded the gentle loving hands 

That are now but as silent clay. 
And eyes that made my heart rejoice, 

From my childhoods early morn 
Are closed for ever now to rest 

With her dear and saintly form. 

Now lonely it is where long she dwelt, 

But the room of her last sad woe. 
Is hallowed there with prayers of love 

Breathed in years of the long ago. 
And the birds fed by her gentle hands 

In the summer's early day 
Have vanished now and sing no more 

Since she has been called away. 



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Trusting in Him, through all the years 

Of a long and faithful life, 
Patiently waiting the last great call 

That would free her soul from strife, 
Living in faith 'till her last faint breath, 

Faded with life 's setting sun 
Braving the fight with Christian zeal, 

'Till her heavenly goal was won. 



Forgive my grief Lord I ask? 

For a love that was sincere. 
That mother, whom I ne'er shall see 

'Till my eyes grow dim and sere. 
Forgive my sin if such it be 

To mourn a loss for ever new 
For her whose place can ne'er be filled 

'Till silent grows my heart, then too. 

To My Sister 

This garland of verse now I send you 

In memory of my dear mother's grave, 
Entwined with sweet shamrocks and roses, 

From her birth land far over the wave. 
And I wish 'twere more I could offer 

To a love that was so dear to me, 
And when God, in His mercy, shall call me 

May her sweet loving face then I see. 



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DEATH. 

All ! ghastly, cowardly, dreadful monarch Death, 
With stealthy tread, thou seekest every realm, 
Thy icy breath our throbbing hearts to grieve. 
Thou sullen pilot of life's dangerous tide 
In sweet innocence we meet thy treachery. 
Who givest orders to put down the helm 
Where flowing eddies hide the sunken rock. 
Thou fell destroyer of all living things, 
A traitor worse than name implies thou art, 
Ah ! yes and like some eager, hungry shark 
Seeking shipwreck, hoping to devour 
Some drowning wretch, struggling awhile to float 
While loved ones striving vainly for to save, 
Thy boney fingers clutch, — thy victim's throat. 



76 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



AN EPITAPH. 

The Children loved him, it was said, 

While he lay on his dying bed 
And when he slept serene and still 
Subservient to his Father's will, 

They brought sweet flowers rich and rare 

And wished his blessings they might share. 



SONGS 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 79 



CALIFORNIA. 



The Land I Love 



Once again I long to ramble 

Over valleys fair to see, 
Where I spent my loves young dreaming, 

Happy were those days to me. 
'Till the roving spirit lured me, 

Over foreign lands to roam, 
Seeking lusive, golden, treasure 

Far from ray dear native home. 



Refrain 

Where song birds sing their carols 

In the hush of winter's morn, 
And golden poppy blossoms, 

The green valleys there adorn. 
Amid sweet blooming flowers, 

Whose fragrance fills the air, 
And life is one long sunshine, 

That every one may share. 



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Weary years I've spent in roaming, 

From Alaska's golden strand, 
To the East and South Sea Islands,, 

But there's only one home land. 
For the gloomy leafless woodlands 

All my love has ever flown, 
There's no charm in tropic sunshine, 

Give me back my native home. 



Refrain. 



In my heart I feel a longing, 

There once more again to dwell, 
There's none other in this wide w^orld, 

That I '11 ever love so well. 
Heimweh achings long have grieved me. 

And I'll journey home once more. 
To the land of Heart's Desire, 

Fair California's Southern Shore. 



Refrain. 



Heimweh in German : 
"Homeway" or "Home Longing." 



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I LOVE BUT YOU. 



(Serenade) 

The wind is whispering soft and low 

From mountain to the sea, 
Once more I come to sing my love, 

A song that's dear to me. 
Sweet flowers are blooming in the dell 

That tell us spring is near 
wake, my love, and list again 

While 1 sing to you my dear. 

Eefrain. 



Bright are the twinkling stars at night, 

And fair to the eye to see. 
But fairer than all the stars that shine 

Is the light of your eyes to me. 
Know now that I love you dearly, 
Trust in my love sincerely, 

Believe in my promise true. 
'Till my last long breath is fleeting 

Yet still will I love but you, 

I will love, — Love only you. 



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The moon is shining bright and clear, 

Far o'er the valleys green 
The brooks are rippling on their way, 

Beneath its silver sheen. 
In the shadow I am waiting, 

While stars shine bright above, 
Open wide your window, dearest 

And hear my song of love. 

Refrain. 



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IN LULLABY LAND. 

Slumber Song No. 1. 

Come to your mother's arms and rest, 
Pillow your head upon my breast, 
After the hours of joyous play 
Eest dear, until another day. 
Your drowsy eyes, and pensive brow. 
Tell me my babe should slumber now. 

Refrain, 

Hush ! while I sing this lullaby, 

One that can ne'er grow old, 
'Twill take my babe to dreamland where 

The streets are shining gold. 
A balm for little weary feet 

When tired out from play, 
A song you '11 sing in after years, 

"When I am far away. 

Rest now, my little baby rest. 
Serene upon your mother's breast, 
The evening shadows slowly creep 
'Tis time for little babes to sleep. 
Confide your troubles now in me 
While mother's arms encircle thee. 

Refrain. 



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Dream on, my little baby dream, 
Gather sweet roses by the stream, 
Roam with your playmate hand in hand 
Over the hills in slumberland. 
And when the morning sunlight gleams 
Perchance you may tell me your dreams. 



Refrain 



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A SONG OF LOVE. 

Sing me a song of love, my dear, 

Tenderly, sweet and low, 
A song of the joy of living 

As down life's tide we flow. 
Sing of the pleasure of being 

One of God's creatures here, 
A song of Love that the angels 

In Heaven, might list to hear. 

Sing me a song of love, my dear, 

That lulls to peaceful rest, 
'Twill take me back to childhood hours, 

A babe on mother's breast. 
Sing with gentle, tender feeling, 

In accents sweet and low, 
For such a song oft dried my tears, 

In days of long ago. 

Sing me a song of love, my dear, 

The roses fragrant breath 
May waft its strains in triumph 

Over the shades of death. 
Afar to realms unknown, 

Beyond the vales of woe, 
Over the River of Silence, 

Where sometime we must go. 



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LAURENA. 

The skies, they were purple and golden 

Crowned with tints of the rainbow's soft hue, 
In the joyous month of October 

When I first saw her eyes, sparkling blue. 
Then bright were the hours of my dreaming. 

And my heart felt sweet rapture unknown, 
When she, whom I lov'd most sincerely 

Made a promise that she'd be mine own. 



Refrain. 



Trust in my promise, Laurena, 
My love for you shall be true. 

True as the stars that shine above 
In the heavens vault of blue. 

'Till the sun shall loose its splendor. 
And the moons last beam has flown, 

'Till the lights of my life is fading, 
Shall I love but you alone 
Shall I love, but you alone. 



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When the springtime came with its flowers 

And the birds built their nest in the trees, 
And cheer 'd away love's happy hours 

With sweet songs in the zephyr breeze. 
And all Nature bloomed forth in her charms, 

And sweet fragrance filled all the soft air. 
Then life seem'd a garden of roses, 

When Laurena, my loved one, was there. 



Refrain 



My life has been blessed with a treasure, 

Greater far than earth's millions of gold. 
For she, whom I won in love's May time. 

Loves me still, though we both have grown old. 
And when we are call'd by the Father, 

To our last resting place, then I pray 
That Heaven shall find us both faithful, 

My Laurena and I, on that day. 

Refrain 



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I LONG FOR THEE. 



When the lark's glad song is ringing 

O'er the meadows green and fair, 
And the orioles are singing, 

Their sweet love songs through the air. 
"When the swallows by the river. 

And the robins in the tree,^ 
Lull their nestlings in the Junetime 

With their sweetest minstrelsy. 
0, then, my love, I long for thee, 

I long for thee, I long for thee. 



When the balmy southern showers 

Searches every shady nook. 
Sending perfume from the flowers. 

By the wayside and the brook. 
When the orchard trees are laden 

With sweet golden fruit to share. 
And all nature smiles her fairest, 

Through the harvest scented air. 
0, then, my love, I long for thee, 

I long for thee, I long for thee. 



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When the withered leaves are falling, 

And the autumn has grown sear, 
When the snow flakes first are calling. 

And the winter days draw near. 
Then my heart is sorrow laden 

As I wander here alone. 
Since thou wert called away from me 

My dear loved one, — my own. 
0, then, my love, I long for thee, 

I long for thee, I long for thee. 



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ISLE OF BEAUTY. 



Green Isle of Beauty to thee now I sing, 
Over the waves let the melody ring, 
I yearn for joyous days spent on thy shore, 
Years of my youth I shall see nevermore. 
When I mused by the ocean's surging tide, 
O'er thy hero'd sons who for liberty died. 
Dark clouds may hover, and sunshine may flee, 
Still will I love thee, Bright Gem of the Sea. 



Refrain. 



Where waves the flag of green and gold 
Her sons have died for, — young and old. 
Emblem of Erin's pride and boast. 
The flag her children love the most, 
Her foes may tramp it in the dust. 
Yet still we hope, and in God we trust. 
'Twill wave as proudly as before, 
The Saxons conquered her green shore. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 91 



Green are thy mountains, and bright is thy shore, 
Clear are thy song birds' sweet trill, as of yore. 
Fair are thy maidens with love ever true. 
And pure as the pearls of heaven's soft dew. 
Ah ! never can I such glad scenes forget. 
Or friends dearly lov 'd in youth I have met. 
Fond memory may fade and life may soon flee, 
Still will I love thee, Bright Gem of the Sea. 

Refrain 

Green Isle of Beauty, far, far o'er the sea, 
How oft' do my thoughts now wander to thee. 
Dear to my heart are the paths I have trod, 
'er thy green valleys of shamrock crown *d sod. 
Fairer than ever seems thy distant shore, 
Lonely I'm waiting to see it once more. 
Hoping, still hoping, where e'er I may roam, 
Still to return to my dear Island home. 

Refrain 



92 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



THE FLOWER OF LISMORE. 



There is one for whom I'm longing far o'er the sea, 
In sunshine and shadow her sweet face I see. 
Since last 'neath the ivy crowned old cottage door, 
I bid her farewell, and to Erin's green shore, 
'Mid my labors of day and dreams of the night 
Her bright eyes I see, bringing hope and delight. 
I 'm yearning to see her, my loved one of yore. 
The pride of my life, sweet flower of Lismore. 



Refrain. 



To Erin's green Isle o'er the ocean afar. 
Now soon I'll be sailing to meet my life's star. 
Shee '11 greet me I know with love tender and true 
And cheer me as old with her sweet eyes of blue. 
Youth's myrtle time hours shall return to us then, 
And never, till death, shall we part e'er again. 
Fair pride of my life, sweet Norena asthore, 
For ever I'll love her, my flower of Lismore. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 93 



Fair spring with its blossoms is smiling once more, 
While here I am sighing, far, far from Lismore. 
The flowers are blooming, and mocking bird trills 
Are heard over valleys, the tree crests, and hills. 
Sweet roses of summer may bloom and decay, 
And youth's transient glory in time pass away, 
Hope may flee from me, and I ne'er see her more. 
Yet still will I love her. Sweet Flower of Lismore. 

Eefrain 



94 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



MOTHER'S LULLABY. 



Oft in the hush of the evening hour 

When the silent shadows creep, 
I think of the songs she sweetly sang 

As she lull'd her boy to sleep. 
A little lad with a tousled head 

That she loved so well I know, 
In the old brown house upon the hill 

Where we dwelt so long ago. 



Refrain. 



Those childhood hours I'll ne'er forget, 

Or the songs she sang to me. 
In tender happy years long past 

When she held me on her knee. 
They linger in my memory yet. 

Those sweet strains at eventide. 
And ever 'till I'm called to rest, 

In my heart shall they abide. 



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sweet were the lullabys she sang, 

The mother I loved so dear, 
Where ever my wandering feet may stray 

They will whisper words of cheer. 
"Where ever my humble lot be cast 

In moments of joy or pain, 
For ever here while life may last 

Shall I hear their sweet refrain. 

Refrain 



96 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



MUSING. 



In the evening, when the twilgiht 

Of the summer day is past, 
And the moon in sober splendor 

O'er the earth her rays have cast. 
Then I sit in silent longing, 

Musing over times when she 
In the eve of love's young dreaming. 

Sat by the ceaseless moaning sea 

And watched the twinkling stars with me. 



Refrain 



Dreaming, dreaming, the sweet sad hours away. 
Watching, watching, the rippling breakers spray, 
Hoping, hoping, beyond the stars to see 
Visions of bliss for her and me. 

Ever for her and me. 

Every for her and me. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 97 



Sadly the evening shadows fall 

Where once all was bright and gay, 

Lonely now sounds the night bird's song 
As it sings at the close of day. 

And sad is my heart with yearning, 
For I linger alone where she 

In the eve of love's young dreaming. 
Sat by the ceaseless, moaning sea 
And watched the twinkling stars with me, 

Refrain 

Only in dreams now come to me 

The sound of her loving voice. 
And sparkling eyes of heavens blue 

That oft made my heart rejoice. 
As I wait in vain her coming. 

But, ah ! nevermore will she 
In the summer's evening gloaming, 

Sit by the ceaseless, moaning sea 

And watch the twinkling stars with me. 

Refrain 



98 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



O SING MY LOVE. 



The golden sun has gone to rest, 

The evening shades appear; 
The moon is rising in the west 

And stars are shining clear. 
The night was made for song, my dear, 

'Twill make my heart rejoice 
As in the days of long ago, 

"When first I heard your voice, 



Refrain 



To hear you sing again, my love 

While the evening shadows play, 
The songs endearing to my heart 

As we linger on life's way. 
When my hours of toil are over 

Where I can rest care free, 
then I long to hear you sing, 

The dear old songs to me. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 99 

They take me wandering far away 

Beneath fair skies of blue, 
To the quaint old village school house 

Where first dear I saw you. 
To the church across the river 

Where you became my bride, 
To happy hours I spent, my dear 

When you were by my side. 

Refrain 
Then sing to me again, my love, etc. 



100 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



MARIANNA. 

When twilight shades bedim the evening light, 
And peeping shine the silver stars at night, 

Then I linger all alone, 

'Neath our dear old vine-clad home, 
With many a longing thought my love for thee, 
Marianna, whom I never more may see, 
Marianna, more than all the world to me — 

More than all the world to me. 



Refrain 



I dream of thee, my Marianna, 

Light of my life thou wert to me. 
My only love, my Marianna, 

Ah, would that I again may see, 
Wilt thou meet me, Marianna 

When my spirit shall be free? 
Wilt thou greet me, Marianna 

When I cross life's mystic sea? 

When I cross life's mystic sea? 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 101 



The moon is shining o'er the murmuring sea 
In sorrow I am longing now for thee. 

As I gaze upon the skies, 

Ever dreaming of thine eyes 
That were more than all the stars of heav'n to 

me. 
Marianna, how I long, I long for thee 
Marianna, more than all the world to me, 

More than all the world to me. 

Refrain 



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102 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



EILEEN ASTHORE. 



Eileen my loved one of thee I am dreaming 

Though far from the land where we first met 
Asthore, 
Thy sweet face I see and bright smile still beaming, 

As first when I saw thee on Erin's green shore. 
In all my roaming thy blue eyes are with me, 

'Mid pleasure of day, or dreams of the night 
Sparkling -with true love and sincere devotion, 

Bringing joy to my heart and hope of delight, 
I am yearning for thee, sweet loved one of yore 

Thou fairest on earth to me, Eileen Asthore. 



The bright days of spring time, pleasures are 
bringing 

While here I am longing to see thee once more, 
The roses are blooming, song birds are singing 

And soon I'll be leaving for Erin's green shore. 
Since last we parted in love's joyous Maytime, 

The years have been lonely to me, love since then. 
Hope now returns to me, bright as the sunshine, 

For soon I shall see thee, my darling again. 
To be blessed with thy love through life evermore, 
Fair pride of my heart, my sweet Eileen Asthore. 



WAYSIDE MEMOBIES. 103 



WHERE KATHLEEN WAITS FOR ME. 

In the silence of the dawning, 

In the joyous month of May. 
When the silver stars' soft paling, 

Told the hour of coming day. 
With gentle breeze and bright blue skies 

In dear Erin's Isle so free, 
I parted from my dear lov'd one, 

Who has since been true to me. 

Chorus 

She is waiting for me there 
With sweet blooming cheeks as fair. 
As the lillies that bedeck the valley o'er 

And I'll soon sail far away 

To that home of early day. 
Where dear Kathleen waits to greet me at 
the door. 

There in dreams I often wander 

To my loved one o'er the sea. 
Though 'tis long years since we parted, 

Yet she's ever dear to me. 
And in fancy now I see her 

With sweet eyes of heaven's blue, 
Waiting at the door to meet me 

And the same love fond and true. 



104 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



Chorus 



She is waiting for me there 

With sweet blooming cheeks as fair 

As the lillies that bedeck the valley o'er 

And I'll bless the happy day 

That shall take me far away, 
To dear Kathleen who'll be mine for ever- 
more. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 105 



DREAMLAND IS CALLING. 



Slumber Song No. 4 



Drearaling is calling my baby dear, 

Far away to realms of rest, 
Night shades are falling, mother waits here 

Come little babe to my breast. 
Cling to me gently, darling so sweet 

While stars are agleam we'll roam 
There's rest in my arms for your weary feet 

'Till the morn shall find us home. 



Refrain 



Come to the land of dreams with me 

Come where there's sweet delight 
Beyond the twinkling stars we'll rove 

And pale luna's stars silver light. 
And then we'll wander home again 

With the golden dawn of day. 
To sunshine hours, and blooming flowers 

That cheer us on life's way. 



106 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



Fold your hands, little baby of mine 

Close your eyelids my dearie, 
Slumbering rest on mother's fond breast 

There to never grow weary. 
With twilight shades let us drift afar 

Place your dimpled hands in mine 
And I '11 be to you a guiding star, 

'Till the morning's sun shall shine. 



Refrain 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 107 



ONLY A BABY'S SHOE. 



Oft I sit in silent musing 

While the waning embers glow, 
Dreaming over golden memories 

Of the far flown long ago. 
When she my brown-eyed little babe, 

In youthful pride and glee, 
First wore this dainty little shoe, 

That is so dear to me. 



Refrain 



Only a faded yellow shoe 

My brown-haired ]\Iamie wore. 
In happy days that long have passed 

But come to me no more. 
Only a tiny baby's shoe 

Is all that 's left to see, 
Of one who was my heart's delight 

For now, she's gone from me. 



108 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



Only a little yellow shoe 

But Ah how many a tear, 
Do I recall since first I saw 

That little thing so dear. 
And now that faded golden gem 

Is prized within my heart, 
For ne'er again until life's eve 

Shall it from me depart. 



Refrain 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 109 



ONLY A WITHERED SHAMROCK. 



In Erin's Isle my native land 

Where the river Shannon flows, 
On the banks where bloom the heather, 

And the flow 'ring shamrock grows. 
And the song birds all the summer 

Fill the air with mirthful glee, 
There my thoughts to her oft wander 

Who sent this gift to me. 



Refrain 



Only a withered shamrock 

But to me it is more dear. 
Than all the pearls and rubies 

That the world could offer here — 
For she who culled it in the dell, 

In the green Isle o'er the sea 
Was called beyond the stars to dwell. 

And she's waiting there for me. 



110 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



In memory now I see her there 

On that lonely springtime day, 
When I said good bye Mavourneen 

Oh for me my Kathleen pray. 
Though now in sorrow we must part 

'Tis for you I cross the foam, 
I leave but soon I shall return 

And then claim you for my own. 

Refrain 



Long years have come and gone since then, 

And on each St. Patrick's day. 
For her who sent that sKamrock dear 

At the altar now I pray. 
And ever there my thoughts will dwell 

In that home down by the sea. 
For her who culled this wayside gem 

And with love sent it to me. 

Refrain 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. Ill 



MEMORIES OF ERIN. 



There is a gren Isle far away 

Soon my longing eyes will see, 
Where my dear mother old and gray 

Waits with patience now for me. 
There now soon will I be sailing 

To the land where shamrocks grow, 
Where she blessed me when I parted 

From her many years ago. 



Refrain 



In that Green Isle o'er the sea 
Patient waits she there for me. 
My dear mother old and gray 
Praying for me night and day. 
After many years have flown 
Still she hopes to see her own, 
Dear lov'd son return once more 
To St. Patrick's blest green shore. 



112 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



In that dear far away gren Isle 

She is waiting for me there. 
She who nursed me in my childhood 

And taught me my evening prayer. 
She who loved me in my weakness 

When my erring footsteps strayed, 
And with her tender love forgave 

All youths errors I have made. 

Refrain 



THE TOT'S BIRTHDAY 
PARTY 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 115 



THE TOT'S BIRTHDAY PARTY. 

The tots had been invited 

To spend the day in play, 
In honor of the fifth return 

Of Mamie's natal day. 
Six smiling little manly lads 

And six bright little girls, 
With ruby lips, and rosy cheeks, 

In brown, and golden curls. 

The hours passed in joyous play 

In feasting and in song. 
In merry games, of outdoor play, 

Time's wing flew swift along. 
The sun was setting in the west. 

The games drew near a close. 
When Anna said, "before we part 

Now this I do propose. 

Each one shall tell of something 

That happened in the past 
Jack must tell his story first 

And mine shall be the last." 
"0! yes, I'll speak for one and all," 

Said Frank, ' ' won 't that be fine ? 
A pleasant way to end our play 

And this day's happy time." 



116 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 

I WANT TO GO BACK. 

Jack's Story 



A bumble bee he stinged me once 

When I was barefoot — on the toe 
But I don't think about that much 

'Cause that was more than month ago, 
When I was up at Grandpa's house 

Near Uncle Willie's on the farm. 
And Dranmaw said she's kill that befe 

And I 'd be free from harm. 



Oh, I had lots and lots of fun 

Up the 're that time at Grandpaw's 
house, 
And Grandma took me ridin' on her 
back 
And one'st I saw a little mouse. 
But I was never scared a bit, 
I just laughed, and laughed, 'cause 
you see : 
I knowed when I was on her back. 
That mouse he couldn 't det at me. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 117 



When Grandpaw'd go to get the cows 

I 'd say, ' ' I want to go with you ' ' 
And Grandpaw then was sure to say 

"Ittle dearie you must come too." 
And once I wanted for to milk 

He said, ' ' Go milk the little calf, ' ' 
But when that calf he runned away 

My Grandpaw then how he did 
laugh. 



I'm lonesome ever since that time 

Since I left my dear Grandpaw 's 
house 
So quiet 'tis since I came back 

Don't even see a little mouse. 
Mamma won't ride me on her back 

Or let me pull my kittie's tail. 
I want to go back there soon again 

I'll jes send a letter by mail. 



118 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



UNCLE BEN. 

Mary's Story 

I'll just be four my next birthday 

And brother Jack will son be three 
He's little yet, but what you think 

He says he'll soon be big as me. 
I 'm going to school, did you know that 

I started more than a month ago 
And Mamma says if I am good 

She'll buy a dolly's carriage, 0! 

I'll just be good as I can be 

And learn to read and how to spell. 
I drawed a funny man one day 

My teacher said I did it well. 
But then she said, I just forgot 

And didn't put no feet on him. 
So then I went and put them on 

And he just looked like Uncle Jim. 

When Papa he wants any thing 

I'm the first one for to fetch it 
And something we want at the store 

Little Jack he tries to get it. 
Then Mamma says, "You let him go 

He is but a little baby." 
Then he gets proud, and says, "Oh, no 

I'm not goin' to be a lady." 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 119 



My Uncle Ben he came down once 

And we had lots of fun that time 
He brought us candy, brought me dolls 

And jack would want his knees to 
climb. 
And I would want to play with him 

He told such funny stories then. 
I wish he'd come back soon again 

'Cause he's my dearest Uncle Ben. 



120 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



GRANDMA'S GIRL. 

Teresa's Story 

I 'm Grandma 's girl, ! yes I am 
And you would be so too, 

If your Grandma was just like mine 
And was so good to you. 

When I go down with her to stay 
I run right through the house 

And she has never said to me 
"To be still as a mouse." 

Like Mamma does when I am home 
And play with Billy Grady 

For when I want to shout, she says 
"0 dear, you'll wake the baby," 

My Grandma never hides the jam 

Or locks the pantry door. 
The cookies and the ginger snaps 

I just reach from the floor. 

I get the best things for to eat 
And she will play with me. 

She never says I tire her 
With questions — do you see. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 121 



I like to live down at her house 
She's the dearest one I know 

I'll love dear Grandma all my life 
Wherever I may go. 



122 WAYSIDE MEM0EIE8. 



THE PEDDLER MAN. 

Ernest's Story 

One day last week I felt like fun. 

Knew where to find an old tin pan 
Then with a string I dragged it round 

Just if I was a peddler man. 

I loaded it 'fore I did start 

With dollies, apples, marbles, books, 
Tin pails, pokers, drum sticks, pie pans, 

Old shoes, and Mama's button hooks. 

And then I ran right through the house 
And said, "What can I sell to-day?" 

Then Mama said, "Stop, peddler man, 
I want to buy a pound of hay." 

And then I took a old tin can 

And said, ' ' I think this goats will eat 

It is the best hay I have got 

For beasts that roam around the street." 

Then she laughed and how she kissed me 
And said, "You'll be a man some day 

But if goods you sell, don't ever 
Try to sell tin cans for hay." 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 123 



MY BIRTHDAY. 

Ada's Story 
I had a birthday party once 

That was I think when I was four. 
The children all they bought me something 

Down at Mr. Muldoon's store. 
Fanny Gray she sent a dollie 

'Cause she was sick and couldn't come 
And Willie Lee came all alone 

And brought a box of chewing gum. 

Esther Paar and Nettie Needham 

They came and brought me dollies, too; 
And Jessie Shaw and Brother Ralph 

A wagon and a cat could mew. 
A picture book and box of paints, 

A Chinese doll, and Brownie man 
Was what I got from Faniiie Smith 

Eliza Bayne, and Ed McCan. 

Aunt Beck, a purse and silver dollar 
Sent with little cousin Sammy 

The money he took out and said, 

''I'll just keep this for sister Fanny." 

And when the party it was over 

Young Sam he climbed on a clothesrack 

Then he fell and cried like thunder 
And said, give me that purse back 
I want it for my brother Jack." 



124 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 

WHAT MAMA FOUND. 
Bill's Story 

My pockets ]\Iama searched one day 
And this was what she found 

A top, six marbles, piece of gum, 
And stick, with string wrapped round. 

A nickle watch, and brassy chain, 

A knife with broken blade; 
Five fish hooks tangled mong some 
thread. 

And whistle papa made. 

A bubble pipe, made out of clay 

A tiny metal gun 
Good Santa Glaus at Ghristmas sent 

That I might have some fun. 

An apple that I could not eat 
Don't think that this was all. 

Some ginger snaps, — from dinner left 
And worn out rubber ball. 

A piece of chalk, a rubber doll; 

How Mama laughed that day, 
When last of all a hole she found 

And said, "Go run and play." 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 125 

THE TALE OF A WHALE. 

Bob's Story 

When he was only twelve years old 
That he Avas then a sailor bold 
Away up in the frigid zone 
With not a friend to call his own 
''My Uncle says." 

And that one day a great big whale 
Swam 'round the ship with lashing tail 
Then he at once got out his gun 
And shot at it just for some fun 
"My Uncle says." 

Just then the whale sunk very nigh 
And threw the ship away up high 
He hit it with his awful snout 
And Oh! how water it did spout 
"My Uncle says." 

And when that ship it did come down 
There was no one who did not drown 
Save now the one who tells this tale 
About that most ferocious whale 
"My Uncle says." 



126 WAYSIDE MEMOBIES. 



And that he sprang on that whale's back 
And tortured him with a big tack 
Until that whale swam to the shore 
Now he'll go whaling never more. 
"My Uncle says." 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 127 



AUNT MANEY. 

Nellie's Story 

I'm always glad when Mama says 

Aunt Maney's coming down 
She always has a smiling face 

And never has a frown. 
I like her best of all my aunts 

Her bright blue eyes I see 
I never can forget her looks 

'Cause she's so good to me. 

When she comes here she brings to me 

New dresses three or four 
And many other presents I 

Could mention by the score. 
I can't forget her while I live 

So kind she's been and true 
If every one had such an aunt 

Would they not love her, too. 

When she comes down, Oh ! we have fun 

At our old farm house then, 
She helps me go and get the cows 

And watch old speckled hen 
When she strays 'way among the sheaves 

And lays eggs one by one. 
I'm lonely when she's going away 

And cry, — when she has gone. 



128 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



O'DONNELL'S HEN. 

Frank's Story 

My Uncle Jack he has a hen 
But he don't ever lay no eggs 

He only struts and walks around 
Like a big lion, on four legs. 

And he just thinks he owns the farm 
The way he crows and looks around 

As if he's waitin' for applause 

From some new friend who may come 
round. 

My Uncle thinks that he is great 
And that he is an awful wonder 

For when he says, ' ' Now Jim speak loud, ' ' 
That hen he then, crows like thunder. 

But I was there the other day 

And my, 0, my, how I did laugh, 

O'Donnell's hen flied o'er the fence 
And made ole Jim run like a calf. 

And when I told my Uncle Jack 
Soon as I saw him, down the lane, 

]\Iy Uncle said with a big laugh 
"I guess O'Donnell's hen is game." 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 129 



WHEN SANTA COMES. 

Vera 's Story 

The best thing I remember since 

The day that I was born 
Is when dear Santa Clans comes round 

On every Christmas morn. 
It is the time I long for most 

The best time of the year, 
Because I know he'll surely come 

And bring me presents here. 



Whenever I go, I'm certain 

To hear that he's been there 
With presents for the young and old 

No matter when or where. 
I like that time the best of all 

It fills my heart with cheer 
I'm glad it's coming soon again 

So are, I think, all here. 



130 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



TEENY WEENY. 



Jim's Story 



Teeny Weeny 

He's my brother 
But folks all call him "Jim" 

I guess it is because that I 
Are great deal bigger 'n him. 

When we both go out to play 

Mother then is sure to say 
"Teeny Weeny, you and Jim 

Don't go very far away 
Mamma '11 be uneasy," 



Teeny Weeny 

Me and William, 
"Bill's" our biggest brother; ( 

Just when we are playin' ball 
That's when I hear Mother, 

Callin' from the kitchen door 

"Boys, you can't play any more. 
Teeny Weeny, Jim and Bill, 

Hurry home, it's gettin' late 
Lil' boys should be in bed." 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 131 



Teeny Weeny 

Me and William, 
I wish that we were big. 

Then we wouldn't be such trouble 
To our mother all the time. 

Mamma then would never say 

"Boys, you can't go out to play 
Teeny Weeny, Jim, and Bill." 

I '11 be glad when that time comes 
So will Bill, and Teeny Weeny. 



132 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



THE TALE OF A COMET. 

Anna's Story 

One night he came into our store 
And he related o'er and o'er, 
The great calamity was to be 
That all then living soon would see, 
Our neighbor Mr. Wiseman said. 

There's going to be an awful crash 
And then we '11 never need no cash 
When the tail of Halley's comet 

Hits the earth and we're thrown 
from it, 

Our neighbor Mr. Wiseman said. 

It's yet ten million miles away 
But travelling faster every day 
'Twill hit us sure three weeks from 

now 
One night with sorrow shaded brow. 
Our neighbor Mr. Wiseman said. 

Ye sinners of the earth prepare 
For your last days are drawing near 
We'd hear him shout then heave a 

sigh 
The end, the end is drawing night, 
Our neighbor Mr. Wiseman said. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 133 



I smell sulphuric smoke tonight 
won't that be an awful sight 
Tomorrow noon will be our last 
Oh, how I wish the misery past, 
Our neighbor Mr. Wiseman said. 



I'll dig a cave deep in the ground 
Away from every earthly sound, 
Then I'll be free from any harm 
And care not for the comet's storm, 
Our neighbor Mr. Wiseman said. 



Torrents of rain fell down that 

night 
And, ! next day he was a sight 
When by the workmen he was found 
And taken from that caved-in ground. 
Ain't I a fool? poor Wiseman said. 



From whence it came no one can say 
Or where it went in space away 
Beyond the eyes of mortal ken 
But to return, perchance again 
Proving God 's wondrous power to men. 



134 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 

Then little Mamie's voice was heard 
And these words she did say: 

Before you leave for home tonight 

I want you all to hear 
A story from my Uncle Frank, 

Who dwells not far from here. 
He tells a new one every time 

I sit upon his knee 
The one he tells tonight I know 

Will please you all and me. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 135 



THE MYSTIC KING. 
Uncle Frank's Story 

There is a King that reigns supreme 
O'er all this wonderous mundane sphere, 

Who keeps a vigil day and night 
O'er all his faithful subjects here. 

He comes with the last soft evening ray 

And first faint gleam of each golden day 
Sent with fond love from realms of blest 
Bringing to all sweet peaceful rest. 

He is beloved from pole to pole 
His subjects dwell in every land, 

O'er all he has complete control 
And all obey at his command. 

He rules with gentle loving power 

Each one will say 'till their last hour, 
And all alike, both friend and foe 
Will welcome him where e'er they go. 

He greets each babe at close of eve 
Crooning his sweet love trilling lays 

That bring to all who bear his voice 
The gladsome hope of brighter days. 

Each echo of his magic song 

Cheer all our lives on earth along, 
And children fair, bow low to greet 
This King, — with mystic dreams so sweet. 



136 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 



He charms the sable night away 
When grief afflicts a suffering breast, 

Relieves our anguish and despair 

And brings to all sweet soothing rest. 

His generous gifts with lavish hand 

He gives to all o'er sea and land, 
And friendless find in him a friend 
Ever until life's journeys end. 

His stealthy tread has ne'er been heard, 
'Tis silent as the evening star 

That twinkles from the vault above 
And sends its light from realms afar. 

He comes unbidden in disguise 

With rest for all earth's weary eyes, 
Casting our cares from earth away 
'Till morning of each newborn day. 

He clasps each one with welcome hand 
From infant dawn to ages eve. 

And welcomes all to his famed land 
That all his bounties may receive. 

Pure as the stars in heaven that gleam 

And pure as the joys on earth we dream 
Are all all the blessing we should prize 
That come from his alluring eyes. 



WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 137 



This mystic King of which we sing, 
That lures each one with magic hand 

Now to you all his name we bring 
He is the King of Slumberland. 



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DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 139 



TODAY. 



To every one this day God sent 

That we may use for or ill 
It may be crowned with clouds of gray 
And path of thorns where we must stray, 

Or skies of blue that e'er proclaim 

The wonders of His Holy Name 
Then let your heart in sweet content 

Dwell in the glories of His will. 



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CHRISTMAS DAY. 



Let all the world rejoice this day 
And to our Blessed Saviour pray 
Let all the world rejoice and find 
In Him, Redeemer of mankind. 



Give praise to Him this Christmas day 
Whose love can guide us on life's way. 
Give praise to Him whose love alone 
Can guide us to God's Holy throne. 



And let us every Christmas time 
Pay homage at His Holy shrine 
As did the Wise Men of the East 
Who worshipped first at His birth feast. 
And let our prayers repeat again — 
Peace to all earth, Good will to men. 



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LIFE ETERNAL. 



The flowers bloom with balmy spring 

And cheer the summer night and day 
With fragrance which they ever bring 

'Till winter's frost bear them away, 
But in the May, when song birds sing, 

They come again with fragrant breath, 
So may life's round of seasons bring 

Eternal life to me from death. 



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A CHILD'S PRAYER. 



Father in heaven lead me each day 
Ever through life Thy own dear way, 
And when I'm tempted to do wrong 
O Blessed Saviour makes me strong. 



Life's labour help me here fulfill 
And be submissive to Thy will. 
If sorrows come help me them bear 
With Thy unbounded loving care. 



Vouchsafe that I shall ever do 
The things that keep me pure and true, 
And when in danger make me brave 
For Thou alone my soul can save. 



Give strength to do the best I know 
Through all my life in weal or woe. 
And when my fleeting years are past. 
Grant that I dwell with Thee at last. 



DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 143 



A MORNING PRAYER. 

^'My voice shalt Thou hear in the morn- 
ing. Lord; in the morning will I 
direct prayer unto Thee, and will look 
up." Ps. 5:3. 



Father in Heaven, bless I pray, 
M^y humble efforts of this day. 
Be Thou my Hope and daily Guide 
Where e'er my wandering feet abide. 
And lead me Thy dear gentle way 
That I from Thee may never stray 
And in life's end, grant that I share 
Thy holy Love, and Heavenly care. 



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AN EVENING PRAYER. 



Evening, and morning, and at noon, will 
I pray, and cry aloud, and He shall 
hear my voice. Psm's 55.17. 

Lord accept my contrite heart 

For blessings Thou this day hath sent, 
And grant Thy love may ne'er depart 

And I will dwell in sweet content. 
Help me renounce the tempter's power, 

And Thy dear Holy Name revere, 
And love Thee more each golden hour 

Then for the past I'll have no fear 
But ever trust in Thy dear love 
Who reigns supreme in Heaven above. 



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MY SOLACE. 



My Saviour to Thee may I ever be true, 
Over valleys of green or waters of blue. 
Where e'er I may wander in gladness or woe 
Grant that I may love Thee, — where ever I go. 



Though afflictions may come to sorrow my heart, 
May Thy loving grace from me never depart 
Where duty shall call me o'er life's troubled sea 
My only fond Hope may Thy name ever be. 



The burdens of life that may seem hard to bear, 
Kind blessings will be if Thou help me them share. 
There is no afifliction can e'er be too sore 
But Thy precious grace and sweet love can restore. 

I plead for the love of Thy dear sacred heart, 
All needs of my life, it alone can impart 
Thou wilt not refuse if I trust 'till life's end, 
O blessed Redeemer, my Saviour and Friend. 



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LOVE DIVINE. 



Thou who art all Love Divine 

Joy of heav'n this day come down, 
Make our hearts Thy sacred dwelling 

And Thy gracious mercies crown. 
Thou who hast, so much compassion, 

Our unbounded hope Thou art. 
Dwell within us loving Saviour 

Enter every contrite heart. 



Bestow on us Thy lasting grace 

Ever 'till our latest breath. 
Let us Thy sweet love inherit 

During life and after death. 
Lead us in the path of virtue. 

Free us from sin's withering stain. 
Be ever with us loving Saviour 

For our soul's eternal gain. 



DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 147 



GIVE PRAISE TO HIM. 
Psalm XLVII. 6. 7. 

Sing praises to God, sing praises : 

Sing praises unto our King, sing praises. 

For God is the King of all the earth -. 
Sing ye praises with understanding. 



Praise ye the name of God our King 
Rejoice this day to heaven and sing, 
Give praise to That dear Holy Name 
Our souls redeemed from sin and shame. 
And all the blessings He hath sent 
To help relieve life's discontent. 
Great is the Lord and great His power 
Remember this till life's last hour. 

Praise Him with all thy heart and soul 
For He alone can make thee whole. 
Give praise with instruments of song 
To God alone doth praise belong. 
Our bleeding wounds He'll surely bind 
And in His love sweet solace find 
For all the ills that life attend 
In Him we'll find a fostering friend. 



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Sing praises to our Heavenly Lord 
And trust in His almighty word. 
Fear not the ill of life's last smart, 
The meek He lifeth with fond heart. 
As water is to withering flower 
So is His love in life's last hour. 
No one to Him did ever plead 
But found a trusting friend indeed. 



DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 149 



O BLESSED NAME. 

To Thee our sorrows now we bring 
Blessed Name, our Heavenly King. 
In all our trials here below 
Our faithful friend in weal or woe, 
This day we ask with hope sincere, 
Thou It grant to all poor sinners here 
Sweet blessings from Thy throne above 
And Thy undying, faithful Love. 

O Blessed Name there 's none more dear, 
To every wandering pilgrim here. 
Glad tidings it can e'er impart 
To every suffering human heart 
Wliere e'er we linger on life's way 
And toil until life's closing day. 
If we but trust until the end 
And seek Thee as our Guiding friend. 

Blessed Name for evermore 
May Thou our sinful souls restore 
To Thy forgiving grace and love 
That we may see Thy face above, 
And may Thy Name a guiding light 
Be to all sinners, day and night, 
And all on earth Thy name proclaim 
Our Heavenly King, Blessed Name. 



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HYMN TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN. 



From morning's waking hour to slumbering night 

Blissful Star, thou art my hope 's delight, 

1 long to sing and praise they holy name 
Whose Heavenly aid was ne'er invoked in vain. 
Help me my burden bear of sin and grief 

Mary Mother come to my relief, 
When temptation's darkening clouds oppress 
Be thou a faithful guide in my distress. 
Contentment to my yearning spirit give 
Mother of God defend me while I live. 



My earthly cares oppress and hourly grieve 
Mother of Mercy may thy soul conceive 
A truant pilgrim in desponding sin, 
Illume my faith that I may follow Him. 
Let thou but hear my pleading prayer to thee 
And in thy mercy do thou grant to me 
Thy boundless grace to do His holy will 
With patient meekness and keep striving till 
My Loving Saviour calls my soul away 
Mother of God assist me then I pray. 



DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 151 



A CHRISTMAS CAROL. 

Rejoice, rejoice, on Christmas morn, 
A Saviour to the world was born. 
Sing anthems to high heaven above 
Praise God, for His almighty love. 
Who sent the Jesus child to save, 
And lead our souls beyond the grave. 
There's joy in heaven, rejoice on earth 
This glorious day that gave Him birth. 

Be merry on this happy day 
Drive sorrow from thy heart away. 
Our blessed Lord will gladly bear 
Place all thy troubles in His care. 
Trust thou in His all powerful love 
To send thee blessings from above. 
He'll free thee from all sin and grief 
And to thy soul send sweet relief. 

Praise holy Mary who hath won 
Through Jesus, her redeeming Son 
A victory over death and sin, 
For all who place their trust in Him. 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Ye who partake of that great host 
And let fond love all hearts adorn 
On this and every Christmas morn. 



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A PRAYER. 



Father of Light in heaven above 
Grant me this day Thy sacred love 
That I may ever trust in Thee 
Who hast through life protected me, 
And ne'er a sinner will disclaim 
Who pleadeth to Thy Holy Name. 
I wander far in sin from Thee 
loving Saviour help Thou me. 
And be my Guiding Star each day 
That henceforth I may never stray 
From Thy All Seeing loving sight, 
Thy bounteous grace and Heavenly light 
That circleth Thy most Holy form. 
Be Thou my Hope in life's last storm, 
And when sin's luring witching voice 
Come to mine ears bid me rejoice 
That I with power divine from Thee 
May ever say depart from me. 
Thy noxious evil, flee my sight 
For God, my refuge is tonight. 



DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 153 



MY PRAYER. 

Grant to a sinning soul's appeal 

Lord this humble plea, 

And in Thy mercy may Thou grant 
My pleading pray'r to Thee. 

My soul's desire, sacred Name 

1 now instrust to Thee, 

And hope Thy patient loving heart 
Shall ne'er refuse to me. 

Thy bounteous grace I humbly crave 
From Thee Lord this day 

In Thee alone my erring soul 
Shall hope where e'er I stray. 

And may Thy Sacred Heart divine 
Grant from Thy Throne above 

To my poor sinning soul while here 
Thy all forgiving love. 

In Thee alone Blessed Name 
When grief afflicts my heart 

]\Iy only trust I place in Thee 
To help me bear a part. 



154 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 



And when life's waning hour's cast 
Their shadows 'round my door 

Bo to my soul a guiding Light 
Jesus, I implore. 



Thy Name most dear to human heart 
To souls a trusting friend, 

May it be last upon my lips 
When here my sorrows end. 



Sweet Name of Love, who died for all 

That sinners be forgiven, 
Grant to all errings souls below 

Eternal rest in heaven. 



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TRUST IN HIM. 



O^er the sacrifice of righteousness 
and put your trust in the Lord. 
Psalms IV. 5. 



Banish care and sullen frowns 

Let thy thoughts more cheerful be, 
Heaven yet may have a crown, 

For a mortal such as thee. 
He will grant thee His dear love, 

Free thy burdenered soul from sin 
If when pain and sorrow come 

Thou wilt place thy trust in Him. 



When thy griefs are hard to bear 

Let thy faith confiding be 
Trust in Him who wilt them share 

Light the burden then for thee. 
He will send thee guiding light 

If thou asketh from thy heart 
Patient be through all thy life 

Trust in Him, to bear a part. 



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In the time of direful need 

If to Him thou fervent pray 
He will prove a friend indeed 

Send thee hopes bright cheering ray, 
And when lonely shadows fall 

'Round thy life's declining hour 
And thy waning sight grows dim 

Trust in His safe guiding power. 



Sigh not for fortune's favoring smile 

It leaves its victims oft to weep, 
His redeeming smile will guide 

Where Thou canst rest in blissful 
sleep. 
And lead thy soul beyond the gloom 

To mansions blest far from the skies 
Into the Light, beyond the tomb 

To dwell with Him in Paradise. 



DEVOTIONAL BHYMES. 157 



THE UNSPOKEN PRAYER. 

Weary from the toil of day, 
Unworthy and unfit to pray, 

I will but fold my hands 
And in humility entreat 

To Him who understands. 
The weakness of our human flesh. 

The lack of faith that makes us 
weak, 
Tonight my languid lips are dumb 

Hear Thou Lord what I would 
speak. 

A pilgrim toiling day by day 
Over life's weary, rugged way 

With sinful soul apprest, 
A truant seeking love and peace 

On the bosom of Thy breast. 
To Thy sweet, gentle, loving ear 

Voiceless I send my prayer 
To where Thou art enthroned above 

Trusting still, Thy love to share. 



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O LORD, WE PLEAD TO THEE. 



Thou who art our daily friend 
In whom alone we can depend 
To guide us 'till our life shall end 
We plead Lord to Thee. 

Too oft we err and go astray 
Afar from Thee and wisdom's way 
And heaven's gentle guiding ray 
When we should trust in Thee. 

We weary often in the race 
When distant seems our destined place 
And fainting we mistrust Thy grace 
Forgetting all of Thee. 

Temptations often make us bold 
And to Thy cross Ave fail to hold, 
Yet may Thy loving arms infold 
And lead us back to Thee. 

And when our last dread hour is near 
When all the past shall then appear 
To us, may we have no fear 
But ever trust in Thee. 



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O SACRED HEART. 



A Prayer 



"We love and honor Thy dear Holy Name 

Where e'er our lot be east each golden day, 
It drives away all sorrow and all fear 

And lights our dreary path along life's way. 
A beacon light that shines where e'er we stray 

To guide us safely o'er life's mystic sea 
A star that guides the ever pure in heart 

And leads our souls to heaven — and to Thee. 



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A CHRISTMAS HYMN. 

To THE Sacred Heart 

We offer praise to Thy dear Holy Name 

This Christmas day our Lord and Heavenly King. 
Who lived and died for every one and all 

To Thee on high our humble prayer we sing. 
Who hast all power on earth and Heaven above 
Grant that we share in Thy dear Holy Love, 
And that our sinful past be all forgiven, 
In mercy hear our plea, this day in Heaven. 

Refrain 

Heart of Jesus guard our footsteps 

From sinful snares keep us free. 
Guide us ever loving Saviour 

Where Thy redeeming face we'll see. 

Where Thy redeeming face we'll see. 

We sing in praise of Thy dear Holy Name 

This morning of Thy birth Sacred Heart. 
Our humble prayer this day Lord receive 

And grant Thy Love from us may ne'er depart. 
For ever in Thy Blessed Name we'll find 
Sweet solace for all ills of soul and mind. 
If we but seek Thee through sweet fervent prayer 
In Heaven at last may we Thy Blessings share. 

Refrain 



DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 161 



LOVE. 



The world loves all who are pure and brave 

And the one who is ever true. 
Who freely gives the best he can 

Ah ! no more can be asked of you. 
If love you give, to your heart will flow 

In the time of its direful need, 
The love of Him in Heaven above. 

Who hath faith in your word and deed. 



162 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 



FAITH. 



There is no grief which can shade any brow- 
There is no wish but Heaven can answer now 
If we have faith in Him who dwelleth there 
And trust in His almighty power through prayer. 



DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 163 



HYMN TO THE SACRED HEART. 

O Sacred Heart in heaven above 

On whom enraptured angels gaze, 
We plead to Thee for Thy dear love 

And sing this day our humble praise. 
Poor exiles in this vale of tears, 

Be Thou to us a guiding ray, 
And cleanse us with Thy precious blood 

Where e'er our footsteps lightly stray. 

Chorus 

Sacred Heart, Love Divine 
From Satan's power keep us free 

And make our hearts akin to Thine 
That we may ever worthy be 
To dwell at last in Heav'n with Thee. 

Sacred Heart, while heaven 's bright sphere 

Proclaim the glories of Thy birth, 
Lamb of God ! meek victim slain, 

We too adore Thee here on earth. 
And with the heaven's exulting host 

Shall we Thy name for e'er adore 
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Until our dreams shall be no morp 

Chorus 



164 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 



AVE MARIA. 

Thy love blessed mother 

Maria I crave 
From trials and sorrow 

It will shield me and save, 
list to the pleading 

Of a sinner's weak voice 
Grant thou but this blessing 

That my soul may rejoice. 

Maria my mother 

Ever guide me I pray 
All the years of my life 

'Till my last parting day, 
Through sunshine and darkness 

Where on earth I may stray 
Lead me gentle mother 

In Thy own loving way. 

Maria my mother 

May I never depart 
From the true path of virtue 

Is the hope of my heart, 
Then grant me thy guidance 

From above now I pray 
That I may be faithful 

To my Lord every day. 



DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 165 



OUR LADY QUEEN OF MAY. 

Merciful Mother Queen of May 
Hear thou my pleading prayer today, 
Refuse not this my humble plea 
But in thy mercy grant to me, 
Dear gentle mother ever kind 
Whose love for all is unconfined. 

Be thou my faithful daily guide 
'er every thought and step preside, 
Be thou my light and lead the way 
That I may never go astray, 
Keep thou on me thine eyes of love 
And bless me from thy home above. 

Grant to me thy shielding power 
Assist me in my life's last hour, 
Guide me through all the darks of space 
That I may see my Father's face. 
And plead to thy dear Son for me 
Who died for all on Calvary. 

Refuse not my beseeching voice 
That in His love I may rejoice, 
And in life's end that I may share 
His smile of love for sinners there, 
In that eternal home of rest 
Amid the righteous ever blest. 



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HYMN TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN. 

At waking morn, — at noon, — at hush of eve 

Sweet Orb of Dawn, my humble prayer receive, 

Let not thy mercy my poor soul disclaim 

As it appeals unto thy Holy name; 

Help me to bear my load of torturing grief 

And to my suppliant soul grant thou relief, 

Dispel temptations that so sore oppress 

And shield me from their torments and distress 

I crave the boon, which thou alone canst lend 

Mother of God thy gracious mercy send. 

Oppressed and haunted by embittering cares 
Holy One perceive thy suppliant's tears, 
A hapless wanderer turn my erring feet 
Where I thy Son's redeeming smile shall meet. 
Thou wilt not turn from my beseeching voice 
Grant then my prayer that my poor soul rejoice 
In the assurance that thy boundless Grace 
Shall guide me on to see my Saviour's face 
']\rong the redeem 'd from sin's apprehension free 
Mother of God, grant this thy suppliant's plea. 



DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 167 



AVE MARIA. 

Ave Maria, my humble prayer receive, 

To thee I plead with longing heart today, 
From sin's temptation be my protecting shield 

Where e'er on earth my wandering footsteps stray. 
Reign o'er my heart and keep it pure 

And lead me from the paths of sin, 
Hear my pleading voice, Mother of Mercy I crave 

That my poor soul rejoice beyond the grave, 
Virgin Mother from thy throne in bliss above 

Grant this my prayer to thee and thy dear love. 
Ave a\Iaria, Ave Maria. 

Ave Maria, ^Mother to thee I pray 

That thou through life my guiding star may be. 
Guide, gently guide me in God's dear holy way 

Until I cross life's dark, broad, silent sea. 
Dwell in my heart and keep it pure 

And free from stains of mortal sin, 
Hear my pleading voice, Mother of Mercy I crave 

That my poor soul rejoice beyond the grave, 
Virgin Mother from thy throne in bliss above 

Grant this my prayer to thee and thy dear love. 
Ave Maria, Ave Maria. 



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A PRAYER TO THE SACRED HEART. 



Forgive the past, forgive I pray 
And lead me on in Thy dear way, 
Bless all my efforts to fulfill 
The precepts of Thy Holy will. 
Humbly Sacred Heart to Thee 
This day I plead on bended knee. 



Satan with all his luring charms 
Pursues me with relentless arms 
Grant me power where e'er I stray 
To spurn his wiles, and grace to pray 
To Thee Sacred Heart, to Thee 
Thou who alone canst comfort me. 



Redeem my soul from bonds of sin 
That I Thy Holy Love may win. 

shield me from the serpent's dart 
And give me refuge in Thy Heart. 

1 plead Sacred Heart to Thee 
Refuse not this, my humble plea. 



DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 169 



A PASSING THOUGHT. 

The past is gone, and it will come no more 
Grieve not for it, or shed one silent tear, 

Dead are they now as ashes in an urn 

Never, Oh never to again return 

The cherished joys, that memory may hold dear. 

Time 's fleeting years glide quickly from our view 

Life 's youthful days pass from us with a sigh, 
As murmuring waves that kiss the sea beach shore 
Breathing their doleful sounds of nevermore, — 
Shall they return to greet, both you or I. 

Where have they gone ? alas ! no one can tell 

In dreams we see them through our mist of tears. 
As sea birds flying o'er the trackless foam 
Shoreward seeking a resting place and home 
Their memories throb, through life's uncertain 
years. 

Past is no more, the future holds more dear 
And sweeter joys than we can e'er recall, 
If we are faithful through sorrow and strife 
Placing our trust in the Giver of Life 
Light that's Eternal will shine over all. 



170 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 



HOPE. 



There is blue behind the shaded sky- 
When the sun hides his face away, 

And though clouds look dark they soon will pass 
With the dawn of another day. 

Then place your trust in the light of hope 
If your path through life is drear, 

And ever you'll find that the Hope of Life 
Will comfort your sorrows here. 



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